这是楚君（Chor Kwan）的好主意。为了补救我的华文。。。
今天是星期六。我吃了早餐后就去练小提琴。令我很难相信的是洁颖还能够睡到10点多。她总共睡了14个小时，连我的小提琴也无法把她吵醒。
中午十分，我们一家人到老北京跟爷爷和奶奶吃饭。劼圣也跟奶奶和爷爷出门。因为他的父母及劼荣都去马来西亚探索教会营会的酒店。我们都吃得津津有味。奶奶逼我吃很多食物，因此到现在，我还是觉得很饱。
下午时，我和洁颖到教会参加团契。今天的节目是“不要忘记圣诗”的第一集（Don't Forget your Hymns)。我们倒数，分了两组进行游戏。这个游戏是由国锋主持。恩棋是司琴。国锋和恩棋使用tic-tac-to的玩法来设计“不要忘记歌词”的游戏。今天的游戏真的很好玩。有一些打字错误令大家笑得很开心。当我把这件事和我的生活对比时，我发现，相似的，虽然我在生活中难免面对一些困难和挫折，但是这些不完美的方面使我的生命更有趣。下面是一个很好笑的打字错误。
这是《倘若》的副歌，（）指的是错别字；[]指的是正确的字：
倘若没有旅途的孤胆， 就无法体会你的陪伴，
倘若没有生命的（床上）[创伤]， 就无法历经你的平安。
倘若潇潇洒洒度过人生漫漫， 就无法享受你的同在。
我的主啊， 我宁愿风风雨雨有你作伴。
晚上十分，爸爸和妈妈的小组（Cell Group）在我们的家举行。我和洁颖在书房看书和用电脑。他们的小组在客厅里进行。现在已经晚上九点多，他们的小组快要结束了。我就到此停笔/手。
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Today was the last day of Chinese intensive, but I think everyone will be having their Chinese intensive extension at home.
Here are some statistics:
Total number of days of Chinese intensive: 10
Total hours of Chinese intensive: 40
Total number of paper 2s completed: 13
Total number of compositions written: 15
My level of concentration during Chinese intensive was like a quadratic graph with a positive x-square. During the first few days, my brain cells were still at full force and many of them had not died yet. I made sure I did my best during the practices. My level of concentration decreased along the way because I was getting tired, and my brain cells were either being murdered by me, or committing suicide. After doing so many papers, I started to lose the motivation to continue trying so hard because I didn't see how practicing so much would help. Then after realising that I got a C6 for Chinese, I decided to start panicking. Today, I was concentrating at full force because O level Chinese is just 3 days away.
While doing a paper 2 in the morning, everyone started hearing a loud knocking sound coming from the front of the classroom. It became persistent and sounded increasingly agitated. Soon, everyone was staring at lao shi. She was banging her poor correction fluid on the table. People started becoming concerned and asked her what happened. She said the correction fluid was new, then started complaining about how the correction fluid was offending her by not producing any correction fluid. After giving her some time to scold the correction fluid, a few kind people in class offered to help her repair it and lent her another one in the meantime. It was quite hilarious watching the poor correction fluid suffering under the hands of lao shi.
Got back the report book today. I know I didn't do well this term because 2 subjects deproved drastically. I almost wanted to blame it on SYF but then I remembered what I told myself - that I won't blame SYF for my poor results because it's my fault. I'm going to have to buck up on English and Social Studies. Music was a special case (only some people know why). As for Chinese, I'm not so worried because the MYE was before Chinese intensive. I'm quite sure I have improved quite a bit since then, and anyway all I have to care about now is the O level paper on Monday. Other than those, I think everything else should be alright for now and I won't have to change their revision strategy yet. Thank God.
Chinese intensive ended almost at 6pm today. These 2 weeks of intensive felt like SYF intensive rehearsals. To my horror (ok, not that serious), I found Jolene and Nicole at the bus stop. They wouldn't tell me how long they'd been there (they kept insisting on 10mins) so I had to ask Jie Ying for clues. Now I have a massive amount of bus debt to clear. This reminds me of SS Chapter 1 on the Iraq war. Iraq also had a massive war debt to clear, and this was one of the causes of its conflict woth Kuwait.
Jean came back from OBS today. She looked a bit like a giant, walking lobster with some skin disease (because of 50 sandfly bites). She knocked off at 8pm and even managed to sleep through my violin practice next door. That type of sleep is awesome. I've been deprived of that for a long time.
I feel very cheena after all the Chinese I've been through. It's so cheenish I made a very silly grammatical error just now. I asked Jolene and Nicole, "how long have you standed here?" I think they must have gotten the shock of their lives. Shell shocked. But then again, it wasn't my fault, because I had been thinking 华文 for the past 3.5 hours in the afternoon.
Here are some statistics:
Total number of days of Chinese intensive: 10
Total hours of Chinese intensive: 40
Total number of paper 2s completed: 13
Total number of compositions written: 15
My level of concentration during Chinese intensive was like a quadratic graph with a positive x-square. During the first few days, my brain cells were still at full force and many of them had not died yet. I made sure I did my best during the practices. My level of concentration decreased along the way because I was getting tired, and my brain cells were either being murdered by me, or committing suicide. After doing so many papers, I started to lose the motivation to continue trying so hard because I didn't see how practicing so much would help. Then after realising that I got a C6 for Chinese, I decided to start panicking. Today, I was concentrating at full force because O level Chinese is just 3 days away.
While doing a paper 2 in the morning, everyone started hearing a loud knocking sound coming from the front of the classroom. It became persistent and sounded increasingly agitated. Soon, everyone was staring at lao shi. She was banging her poor correction fluid on the table. People started becoming concerned and asked her what happened. She said the correction fluid was new, then started complaining about how the correction fluid was offending her by not producing any correction fluid. After giving her some time to scold the correction fluid, a few kind people in class offered to help her repair it and lent her another one in the meantime. It was quite hilarious watching the poor correction fluid suffering under the hands of lao shi.
Got back the report book today. I know I didn't do well this term because 2 subjects deproved drastically. I almost wanted to blame it on SYF but then I remembered what I told myself - that I won't blame SYF for my poor results because it's my fault. I'm going to have to buck up on English and Social Studies. Music was a special case (only some people know why). As for Chinese, I'm not so worried because the MYE was before Chinese intensive. I'm quite sure I have improved quite a bit since then, and anyway all I have to care about now is the O level paper on Monday. Other than those, I think everything else should be alright for now and I won't have to change their revision strategy yet. Thank God.
Chinese intensive ended almost at 6pm today. These 2 weeks of intensive felt like SYF intensive rehearsals. To my horror (ok, not that serious), I found Jolene and Nicole at the bus stop. They wouldn't tell me how long they'd been there (they kept insisting on 10mins) so I had to ask Jie Ying for clues. Now I have a massive amount of bus debt to clear. This reminds me of SS Chapter 1 on the Iraq war. Iraq also had a massive war debt to clear, and this was one of the causes of its conflict woth Kuwait.
Jean came back from OBS today. She looked a bit like a giant, walking lobster with some skin disease (because of 50 sandfly bites). She knocked off at 8pm and even managed to sleep through my violin practice next door. That type of sleep is awesome. I've been deprived of that for a long time.
I feel very cheena after all the Chinese I've been through. It's so cheenish I made a very silly grammatical error just now. I asked Jolene and Nicole, "how long have you standed here?" I think they must have gotten the shock of their lives. Shell shocked. But then again, it wasn't my fault, because I had been thinking 华文 for the past 3.5 hours in the afternoon.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Life without Jean at home was bad today, because I had no anti-eel mate. My mom didn't bother cooking another meat dish since Jean wasn't around to protest against her unagi. Since majority won, I had no choice but to eat it. The taste of an eel.. yuck. I was cringing while eating it. Not that the cooking was bad, but the thought of eating some form of snake is quite disturbing.
http://www.dyslexia-teacher.com/t7.html and enter Dot's Diary.
I was so bored just now I started wandering into the internet. I think I'm slightly dyslexic. I was trying to find out why I can't spell words like recieved/received; wieniawski/weiniawski, and for some time, I thought blood was supposed to be spelt "blud". And I had a lot of difficulty differentiating "p" and "9", "b" and "d", "2" and "5", Z and its mirror image, J and its mirror image etc etc. I had problems writing Jean's name when I was young because of that J. Even till today, I find myself sometimes struggling to get the correct letter. When I read through some of my old work, I realised that there were many cancellations of "b, d", "p, 9" etc.
After I read the article, I realised I fulfilled quite a majority of the symptoms. My math in primary school was the cannot make it type. Whenever I look up at a screen, then look down, then look up again, I always get very lost. I have problems with the mirror image thing. Evangeline spent some time in class trying to train me to react faster when differentiating them. We race each other to write out the Alphabet, but she's way faster than me. I confuse E and 灵 and 归 (the Es inside). I don't follow long instructions easily and I used to resort to repeating and writing down. My spelling isn't good, jy will know. Another example, whenever I spell "friend" something my teacher once told me always has to go through my mind: "Friday is the end of the week".
But I don't think my case is that serious. After all, I managed to live 16 years without going through those therapy sessions, I think. But I vaguely remember myself being singled out in class while I was studying in US, to attend a smaller group of about 5 people for some lesson related to English. Unfortunately, I don't remember what that was for. The only way I spell spell everything correctly is through the computer spell check. Though I make the mistakes over and over again, they look the same to me. Recieved and received hardly make a difference when I am trying to spell that.
http://www.dyslexia-teacher.com/t7.html and enter Dot's Diary.
I was so bored just now I started wandering into the internet. I think I'm slightly dyslexic. I was trying to find out why I can't spell words like recieved/received; wieniawski/weiniawski, and for some time, I thought blood was supposed to be spelt "blud". And I had a lot of difficulty differentiating "p" and "9", "b" and "d", "2" and "5", Z and its mirror image, J and its mirror image etc etc. I had problems writing Jean's name when I was young because of that J. Even till today, I find myself sometimes struggling to get the correct letter. When I read through some of my old work, I realised that there were many cancellations of "b, d", "p, 9" etc.
After I read the article, I realised I fulfilled quite a majority of the symptoms. My math in primary school was the cannot make it type. Whenever I look up at a screen, then look down, then look up again, I always get very lost. I have problems with the mirror image thing. Evangeline spent some time in class trying to train me to react faster when differentiating them. We race each other to write out the Alphabet, but she's way faster than me. I confuse E and 灵 and 归 (the Es inside). I don't follow long instructions easily and I used to resort to repeating and writing down. My spelling isn't good, jy will know. Another example, whenever I spell "friend" something my teacher once told me always has to go through my mind: "Friday is the end of the week".
But I don't think my case is that serious. After all, I managed to live 16 years without going through those therapy sessions, I think. But I vaguely remember myself being singled out in class while I was studying in US, to attend a smaller group of about 5 people for some lesson related to English. Unfortunately, I don't remember what that was for. The only way I spell spell everything correctly is through the computer spell check. Though I make the mistakes over and over again, they look the same to me. Recieved and received hardly make a difference when I am trying to spell that.
Monday, May 25, 2009
I finally decided to show my music paper to my parents on Friday. My mom gave the expected, "Harr? What happened? Why so low?" I think everyone was in shock because they heard the Haydn symphony being played at least 40 times and me staring at the computer notes for so long. Then the usually educational mom gave me a surprise. She noticed that I do better when I don't study, so I shouldn't study for music the next time. At the most, a few days before. Then Jean came in with the best quote, "Desperation is the mother of inventions." Therefore, don't study too early. More importantly, don't _______________ before a music exam. Ai, Joanne, Jie Ying and I suffered. Thanks to those who tried encouraging me. Really appreciate it. (And JY, I must stress that I'm in a good mental state already) Jean, on the other hand, came home with news that she topped German and SS so far. Maybe I should try living by her quote.
Saturday was outdoor evangelism for fellowship. My group went around the neighbouring blocks and eventually found ourselves at this large place which holds bird singing competitions. I even saw a bird singing committee on their notice board. It included the MP for AMK. At first I thought those were the names of the birds. Unsurprisingly, the board was bombarded with a considerable amount of bird shit. There are many poles and so you bring your bird all the way to this ulu place in Ang Mo Kio, do some bird raising ceremony and let it get a bird's eye view of the field. Jacky was being is usual lame self, and because of him, that's the impression I have of RI boys. No, jk. My uncle took my group and so we made him demonstrate. He went up to an elderly man sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree and started trying to talk to him about Jesus. They had a short, friendly chat while the rest of us were pretending not to watch. He finally came back and told us that guy was not able to interact with any other form of religion other than Buddhism because he was born on Vesak Day. The smart Jacky used that to hypothesise why the old man was sitting under a tree. (tell me if you don't get it because lame jokes are hard to appreciate sometimes) 
Jean and I took a walk home and got bored along the way. Jean started challenging her hand phone camera.This is what we got. This is what a lousy camera is good for.
Saturday was outdoor evangelism for fellowship. My group went around the neighbouring blocks and eventually found ourselves at this large place which holds bird singing competitions. I even saw a bird singing committee on their notice board. It included the MP for AMK. At first I thought those were the names of the birds. Unsurprisingly, the board was bombarded with a considerable amount of bird shit. There are many poles and so you bring your bird all the way to this ulu place in Ang Mo Kio, do some bird raising ceremony and let it get a bird's eye view of the field. Jacky was being is usual lame self, and because of him, that's the impression I have of RI boys. No, jk. My uncle took my group and so we made him demonstrate. He went up to an elderly man sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree and started trying to talk to him about Jesus. They had a short, friendly chat while the rest of us were pretending not to watch. He finally came back and told us that guy was not able to interact with any other form of religion other than Buddhism because he was born on Vesak Day. The smart Jacky used that to hypothesise why the old man was sitting under a tree. (tell me if you don't get it because lame jokes are hard to appreciate sometimes) 
Jean and I took a walk home and got bored along the way. Jean started challenging her hand phone camera.This is what we got. This is what a lousy camera is good for.Sunday was a nice day. Dad led worship and activated 4 people to play for him. His bro was on the guitar, Jean and I on the usual piece of wood, and Enqi played the piano. Not bad considering Enqi's still new to it. It's nice having more people improvising because if you accidentally make a mistake, it can be covered up. You just have to go repent and change for the better. No, I'm just kidding.
At night, we went to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. It's interesting how the older you get, your birthday is more likely to be celebrated at some restaurant. Whereas for young people like me (I'm not old yet), it's usually at a house. Outside the restaurant was the bungee jumping thing at Clarke Quay. Jerome was begging his mom to let him go on the thing, but he was about 3 or 4 times under aged. Either he would shoot off to the moon, or his bits of Tung Lok food would rain on the Singapore River. Actually, come to think of it, if someone actually gets sick up there, it would be quite messy for the people standing under the ride. I hope they have umbrellas at hand. The food was pretty interesting, especially this complimentary desert thing. It was freshly squeezed orange juice put inside a boiling tube-like dish. Looks like orange precipitate. All that was lacking was a test tube rack...
Jean went off for her Sec 3 Outward Bound Singapore (OBS) camp this morning. I think it's quite fun. She told almost the whole world that she was going to clear her bowels on Sunday night so that she wouldn't have to dig any shit hole for the next 5 days. And they get to canoe from Pulao Ubin to Semakao island and back. Seems really interesting. But I think she'll end up sleeping from Friday to Sunday when she gets back.
I suddenly found myself laughing in the car while looking out of the window. Jean finally realised why and this picture/advertisement is specially dedicated to her.
I suddenly found myself laughing in the car while looking out of the window. Jean finally realised why and this picture/advertisement is specially dedicated to her. Thursday, May 21, 2009
Today was a bad day. There were 3 periods of English and 5 hours worth of Chinese. Subjects I don't like. Last time, writing more than 2 pages for a Chinese compo was like an achievement for me. Now, I can easily reach 4 pages within and hour, with time for stoning at 15 minute intervals, stretching, flipping through the dictionary and checking on my army of brain cells. I was almost brain dead throughout most of the Chinese lesson. As usual, 1 paper 2 and 2 compositions today. My pen is going to die a pre-mature death. We should also stop to ponder about the poor trees which are being cut down just for people like me to prepare for an O level Chinese paper.
My day worsened when I got back the music MYE paper during lunch. It's really demoralising. It's the hardest I ever studied for music, yet the lowest mark in my entire short history of taking music. It's a C6. That's quite terrible. It's like the same as my worst subject, English. Maybe only last minute revision works, but I don't like that idea. Seeing how my effort got washed down the drain like that makes me not want to bother studying music that hard anymore. I never got this score before, and I studied harder than before. It's like indirect proportion. The more you study, the worse you get. So why study so hard? Which reminds me, the harder you try, the further you get, sometimes. I didn't believe my eyes when I first saw my mark. But it slowly began to sink in after I looked at my answers and all the red crosses. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so demoralised now. It's hard to thank God for my results but I know I should.
I just hope the rest of the MYE marks aren't like this. The only reason why I wasn't dozing off during Chinese intensive in the afternoon was because I was still trying to get over the music marks. Anyway, something went wrong, and I must firgure that out before prelims.
Never give up, even when things are looking hopeless.
My day worsened when I got back the music MYE paper during lunch. It's really demoralising. It's the hardest I ever studied for music, yet the lowest mark in my entire short history of taking music. It's a C6. That's quite terrible. It's like the same as my worst subject, English. Maybe only last minute revision works, but I don't like that idea. Seeing how my effort got washed down the drain like that makes me not want to bother studying music that hard anymore. I never got this score before, and I studied harder than before. It's like indirect proportion. The more you study, the worse you get. So why study so hard? Which reminds me, the harder you try, the further you get, sometimes. I didn't believe my eyes when I first saw my mark. But it slowly began to sink in after I looked at my answers and all the red crosses. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Maybe that's why I'm feeling so demoralised now. It's hard to thank God for my results but I know I should.
I just hope the rest of the MYE marks aren't like this. The only reason why I wasn't dozing off during Chinese intensive in the afternoon was because I was still trying to get over the music marks. Anyway, something went wrong, and I must firgure that out before prelims.
Never give up, even when things are looking hopeless.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I developed a phobia of zuo wens on Monday during the first day of Chinese intensive. We didn't have to do any zuo wen on Monday, but the suspense was dreadful. I carried on being stressed over having to do zuo wens until Tuesday when we finally had to do one in class. I thought it would be over for that day, but when Ms K started going through the letter writing zuo wens, some tiny, persistent part of me kept hoping that we wouldn't have to do the zuo wen. Well, I didn't give up hoping, until there wasn't much of a choice. We had to do 2 zuo wens for homework and I felt better after being assigned the work, I don't know why. Then this morning, I thought I would be free of zuo wens, but no. The Chinese HOD walked in and my phobia was acting up again. I have completed 5 zuo wens in 2 days. It's not as bad as the March holidays. That one was a rate of 3 zuo wens per day. I don't mind doing tons of paper 2 in exchange for paper 1. At least, for paper 2s, the answers are all there and you don't have to mobilise so many brain cells. Whereas for zuo wens, it's like coming up with something out of nothing. Argh.. 7 more days of intensive, and about 40 hours left. I hope they don't make us do zuo wens tomorrow...
The past 2 days were bad violin days. For some reason, I couldn't play properly. I got easily annoyed at any slightly out-of-tune note and tried even harder to make everything perfect. I wanted to just fling my violin out of the window or something but I managed to resist that temptation. Well, at least I told myself to at least spend an hour on it before forgetting about it for the next 23 hours. Then, I remembered what my teacher told me: sometimes, the harder you try, the further you get. So just try only. Don't think about perfection. Nothing more than try. I think I learn a lot from violin lessons, not just in terms of violin playing, but also psychologically. Playing the violin is all about the mind. My teacher spends more time correcting my mindset and teaching my brain how it should work rather than telling my arms how to operate. Some lessons can almost seem like some sort of counselling session. Maybe music therapy. Today was better because I made myself relax and just try. It wasn't a perfect practice, but at least I enjoyed my daily torture a little more.
I don't know if I want to DSA into a JC or not. I would try through strings, but then there are many things to consider. Maybe I should just try my luck with the auditions, see which JCs accept me, then decide whether I want to reject them or not. Not that I think I'll end up with many choices anyway. I think there are hundreds of violinists better than me all trying for the few places.
Yay! Evangeline is bringing the lighthouse tomorrow. It was inspired by our pen cap sporting events held at our desks. Then we can hold the official opening ceremony of our miniature Pedra Branca island. All we need is a couple of boats that will bother to pass by...
The past 2 days were bad violin days. For some reason, I couldn't play properly. I got easily annoyed at any slightly out-of-tune note and tried even harder to make everything perfect. I wanted to just fling my violin out of the window or something but I managed to resist that temptation. Well, at least I told myself to at least spend an hour on it before forgetting about it for the next 23 hours. Then, I remembered what my teacher told me: sometimes, the harder you try, the further you get. So just try only. Don't think about perfection. Nothing more than try. I think I learn a lot from violin lessons, not just in terms of violin playing, but also psychologically. Playing the violin is all about the mind. My teacher spends more time correcting my mindset and teaching my brain how it should work rather than telling my arms how to operate. Some lessons can almost seem like some sort of counselling session. Maybe music therapy. Today was better because I made myself relax and just try. It wasn't a perfect practice, but at least I enjoyed my daily torture a little more.
I don't know if I want to DSA into a JC or not. I would try through strings, but then there are many things to consider. Maybe I should just try my luck with the auditions, see which JCs accept me, then decide whether I want to reject them or not. Not that I think I'll end up with many choices anyway. I think there are hundreds of violinists better than me all trying for the few places.
Yay! Evangeline is bringing the lighthouse tomorrow. It was inspired by our pen cap sporting events held at our desks. Then we can hold the official opening ceremony of our miniature Pedra Branca island. All we need is a couple of boats that will bother to pass by...
Saturday, May 16, 2009
I feel like I have already lived 2 days since yesterday. Sounds weird, but really. I woke up 6.15am this morning so I could reach City Hall MRT at 7.30am. Met up with others and then went for the PlayMax dry run. It's held at St. Andrew's Cathedral. It's going to be on 12 and 13 June. I'm one of the group hosts. Does anyone want to go? Timothy Fellowship is going to do the 1pm slot, so if anyone wants to come, tell me. Age group: 10-20 years old. Visit http://www.playmax.sg for more details. I think it's going to be quite fun.
I reached home around 1pm and had to resist going near my bed. I only slept 4+ hours last night (this morning) because of Jean. I was sleeping over in her room and we congregated there at 1am. Jean was busy sorting out her school blazer for today and she kept complaining about it. She tried it on, something like a dry run. That wasn't all. Next, she started rehearsing her speech for the Raffles Model United Nations conference. It's some sort of imitation UN meeting that is being held in RI or RJC, where a few people from a few schools have to act like delegates and all that, and discuss issues related to the countries they are assigned to. It goes on for weeks. Jean sat on her bed, maintained good eye contact with me, and chanted on and on about Denmark's refugee immigration issues and pirates roaming around the sea. I was suddenly reminded about the SS chapter: Deterrence and Diplomacy. Then after her long speech, she went on to singing. Yes, really. She started trying to teach me new songs. So that's why I couldn't sleep much this morning. A fashion show, followed by a bedtime story, then a lullaby.
By the time I reached home, I could just close my eyes and sleep anywhere. But I had to resist the temptation of going to dream land, because if I succumbed to it, I would just sleep all the way till Sunday morning. I completed my daily dosage of violin practice, then spent the rest of the time slacking online and banging the piano before setting off for fellowship.
My grandparents decided to have dinner out today since all of us didn't have to stay back in church tonight. It was some sort of pre-birthday dinner for my grandmother because she had a free birthday meal and decided to ask everyone out. There's still part 2 next week. Jean started asking my grandparents about how the stock market was doing. She gets to buy and sell shares, fake, but in real time, for math lessons. Soon everyone was talking about how Capitland, SingTel, SIA etc were doing. Once in a while, someone would urgently say, "EH! NO, No, _(SIA)____ CANNOT. Now it's really quite low.. will lose money!" and I think I was the most lost. My grandmother noticed my lost state and started giving me a long lecture on the stock market, how the whole thing worked and how people play invest in the stock market. She is against the word "play", because "invest" seems more exclusive. I think she is a great stock market advisor, because she worked in the bank for a long time. She started ranting about how she had to calculate the values of shares every day, because there were no computers to do all that then. No wonder her math is so good. But she stressed this over and over again: do NOT invest in the stock market unless you have excess money you don't need. I guess I'll take a long time to reach the level when I can play in the stock market, then. Meanwhile my grandfather gave Jean a 1 to 1 lecture on which shares to buy, which companies did better for short term and long term investments. In other words, mine was some type of crash course on the Introduction to the Stock Market while Jean's was Intermediate Stock Marketing. I think I leant quite a lot. My parents sat there and amused themselves by listening to us getting educated by their parents. There's this funny quote, something like, grandchildren and grandparents are the best of friends, because they have a common enemy.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Natalie:
As I was typing (ahh.. it's so much nicer here), you could consider these few things I learnt from testing out violins. First, you could consider the penetration of the sound. The sound has to be able to travel out and penetrate. It shouldn't like die halfway. Hmm.. How should I put it? For example, if you're playing in a hall, let's say there are 250 ppl, you would want the sound to be able to reach all of them, crystal clear. If you are able to do the same with 500 people, then the penetration would have increased. That's why some violins really cannot make it if you want to play in a large hall. Cannot be heard. Next, you might want to consider the edge of the sound. Edge, meaning, like cutting edge. Hmm.. Like, a blunt knife versus a sharp knife. A violin with a cutting edge would have a clearer sound, compared to ones that sound muffled. Personally, I like violins with good penetration and a relatively "sharp" edge. Next, different violins have different characters. Some are the "loud and rowdy" type, others may be the gentle, very marketable type. Those "loud and rowdy" types are harder to appreciate, and it goes a lot by personal preference. The marketable type is one that is generally acceptable in terms of it's penetration, edge and volume. Also, pick a violin that has a shape you can handle. Some violins have necks a little wider, and they may be harder to grasp easily. On the other hand, there are also some which feel like you're trying to strangle a chicken by it's neck. Oh ya. You may have heard that Italian violins usually more than 30k appreciate in value over time. But, never, never, never buy a violin because of that. In my opinion, quality of sound must come first. It is going to take like 100 years to appreciate to a significant value, and by then, that sum of money isn't going to be worth much in reality. It's only valuable on paper. If you are thinking of buying a considerably okay violin, ask about it's certificate. It is very important when you want to prove the worth of the violin. Certificates are only used when the violin is of a considerable quality (because the maker has to sign on it, and it also costs money for the shop to aquire his certificate, but it makes it more valuable at the same time), but it will help a lot if you ever want to sell it for a better one. The logic is, the violin has to be good enough if the shop decides to bother getting the certificate.It's like an investment, but you will earn from it. There are so many things. Maybe I'll tell you the rest in school. Just refer to Nov-Dec 2008.
Today, I went to school in the morning for 1 hour to play the computer game. NE quiz. I'm an Expert Builder. I missed the Master Builder by $2000, and I ended the game not using $16000. Maybe the government is secretly trying to identify all the Master Builders so they can groom them into potential leaders of Singapore. I felt so Singapore-ish after doing the long quiz. It was quite fun, considering it's actually propaganda. But they could have made it more educational by providing the correct answers rather than just telling us we got the question wrong, and that's it.
I met Jie Ying at 4.45pm to meet Melanie and Natalie later at 5+. We went to have dinner before going to to watch Chor Kwan and Elprada perform. While we were waiting for Melanie and Natalie to walk over to the bus stop, I tried tricking Jie Ying, or in a better way, testing my eyesight. I was facing in the wrong direction at first, Jie Ying later corrected me and told me they would be coming in the opposite direction. So I changed my lookout direction. Then here's the fun part. I told Jie Ying I could see Melanie and Natalie walking towards us. Then Jie Ying tried to scan the entire stretch of that sidewalk. She later gave up, concluding that she was too short. Then suddenly, after a while, Melanie and Natalie came walking from the other side. Jie Ying spotted them first and I nearly got myself strangled to death. But anyway, that was pretty hilarious, seeing JY trying so hard to find Melanie and Natalie.
After dinner, we took a bus down to SJI. We arrived 20mins early. However, when we reached, the school looked very empty and it didn't look like there was some concert going on. We were quite lost and we tried walking around the school. I called Chor Kwan for help and she was trying her best to locate us, but failed. Device not found. I told her we were at the field, then canteen, then near some large statues and under some crosses. She went hunting around but couldn't find us. We approached some boys for help and asked them where the chapel was. Two directed us to this scary building which we came across earlier. But it was really dark in there and there were no people walking in or out. Then another boy recommended some performing arts centre, but it was dark and looked as creepy as the chapel. We wandered around in the school like that until 7pm. Then Jie Ying said there were 2 SJIs in Singapore, and asked which we were in. Then Melani said it was SJI. She didn't know there was an international one. So for a while, we were in a shocked state, clueless about where we were. All of us walked past the big sign St. Joseph's Institution (no internation) but didn't even suspect anything wrong. After a while, we firgured we were in Bukit Timah and by then, the concert would have been starting. We quickly fled the school and went to cab down to SJI INTERNATIONAL.
The cab ride was quite... interesting. The taxi driver didn't know SJI International even existed. He asked me to give him a landmark. I can't remember directions by landmark. I can only remember the ways the roads connect, so I didn't quite know how to explain to him. I only remmebered seeing it while driving past it (no, I don't drive but you get what I mean). I told him it was somewhere near Thomson Road, near Far East Flora and Marymount Convent, but I wasn't even sure if I could trust my memory because I'm old and ageing, remmeber? Even Natalie's handphone map couldn't find the place. I tried calling my dad, but he didn't even know there was such a school called SJI International. I told him we passed it quite a few times before but he seemed very blur. Maybe he thinks the same way as me, cannot remember landmarks, but can remember road connections. Then I tried asking my grandmother. She diverted the question to the rest of the 7 people living in her house but it didn't work. She was like, "Huh?! S .. J.. What?... International arh.." But I think she really tried hard to help me because I recieved 4 missed calls from her. Then I tried Jean and mom but they are equally hopeless because I don't think they look out of the car window enough. In the end, we managed to reach. Managed to recognise the place and pick out the school along the way. But we ended up 25mins late.
The concert was alright. They performed part of the Messiah by Handel. Some parts were quite funny because they were out of tune and they looked like they were very bored on stage. But it was a good effort, considering what Chor Kwan told me about the rehearsals. Good job
After the concert, Jie Ying, Chorkwan, Elprada and I went to Thomson Plaza for supper/dinner. We went to Subway but they ran out of bread because of their very attractive promotion. So we had wraps. Chor Kwan and Elprada are too amused by our silly mistake. They kept laughing at Jie Ying and I for going to SJI instead of SJI International. JY's mom even predicted that we would make that mistake. But anyway, it was a great experience. I'm sure Melanie, Natalie, Jie Ying and I learnt an important lesson thorugh this rather fun adventure. Know where you're going.
Oh oh, this afternoon, the piano tuner came to tune the piano. It was quite surprising because nowadays, it's the piano tuners who ask if they can come down to tune the piano, instead of the owner asking them to come. That guy was supposed to come at 1pm. I started my violin practice at around 12pm but unfortunately, the piano tuning guy came earlier than expected and I didn't even know, so I continued practicing.
Piano tuner: Ma'am, could you please turn you radio volume down? I can't hear the piano properly.
Mom: Oh it's not a radio, it's actually someone doing violin practice
Piano tuner: Oh really? So good arh.. (I think he is tone deaf when it comes to violins) Then can you please close the door?
Mom: Hahaha.. The door is closed already..
Paino tuner: Oh so loud arh..
Then mom told me to stop practicing for a while. But it was so funny she can't stop laughing whenever she thinks about it. I was quite amused when she told me what went on outside.
As I was typing (ahh.. it's so much nicer here), you could consider these few things I learnt from testing out violins. First, you could consider the penetration of the sound. The sound has to be able to travel out and penetrate. It shouldn't like die halfway. Hmm.. How should I put it? For example, if you're playing in a hall, let's say there are 250 ppl, you would want the sound to be able to reach all of them, crystal clear. If you are able to do the same with 500 people, then the penetration would have increased. That's why some violins really cannot make it if you want to play in a large hall. Cannot be heard. Next, you might want to consider the edge of the sound. Edge, meaning, like cutting edge. Hmm.. Like, a blunt knife versus a sharp knife. A violin with a cutting edge would have a clearer sound, compared to ones that sound muffled. Personally, I like violins with good penetration and a relatively "sharp" edge. Next, different violins have different characters. Some are the "loud and rowdy" type, others may be the gentle, very marketable type. Those "loud and rowdy" types are harder to appreciate, and it goes a lot by personal preference. The marketable type is one that is generally acceptable in terms of it's penetration, edge and volume. Also, pick a violin that has a shape you can handle. Some violins have necks a little wider, and they may be harder to grasp easily. On the other hand, there are also some which feel like you're trying to strangle a chicken by it's neck. Oh ya. You may have heard that Italian violins usually more than 30k appreciate in value over time. But, never, never, never buy a violin because of that. In my opinion, quality of sound must come first. It is going to take like 100 years to appreciate to a significant value, and by then, that sum of money isn't going to be worth much in reality. It's only valuable on paper. If you are thinking of buying a considerably okay violin, ask about it's certificate. It is very important when you want to prove the worth of the violin. Certificates are only used when the violin is of a considerable quality (because the maker has to sign on it, and it also costs money for the shop to aquire his certificate, but it makes it more valuable at the same time), but it will help a lot if you ever want to sell it for a better one. The logic is, the violin has to be good enough if the shop decides to bother getting the certificate.It's like an investment, but you will earn from it. There are so many things. Maybe I'll tell you the rest in school. Just refer to Nov-Dec 2008.
Today, I went to school in the morning for 1 hour to play the computer game. NE quiz. I'm an Expert Builder. I missed the Master Builder by $2000, and I ended the game not using $16000. Maybe the government is secretly trying to identify all the Master Builders so they can groom them into potential leaders of Singapore. I felt so Singapore-ish after doing the long quiz. It was quite fun, considering it's actually propaganda. But they could have made it more educational by providing the correct answers rather than just telling us we got the question wrong, and that's it.
I met Jie Ying at 4.45pm to meet Melanie and Natalie later at 5+. We went to have dinner before going to to watch Chor Kwan and Elprada perform. While we were waiting for Melanie and Natalie to walk over to the bus stop, I tried tricking Jie Ying, or in a better way, testing my eyesight. I was facing in the wrong direction at first, Jie Ying later corrected me and told me they would be coming in the opposite direction. So I changed my lookout direction. Then here's the fun part. I told Jie Ying I could see Melanie and Natalie walking towards us. Then Jie Ying tried to scan the entire stretch of that sidewalk. She later gave up, concluding that she was too short. Then suddenly, after a while, Melanie and Natalie came walking from the other side. Jie Ying spotted them first and I nearly got myself strangled to death. But anyway, that was pretty hilarious, seeing JY trying so hard to find Melanie and Natalie.
After dinner, we took a bus down to SJI. We arrived 20mins early. However, when we reached, the school looked very empty and it didn't look like there was some concert going on. We were quite lost and we tried walking around the school. I called Chor Kwan for help and she was trying her best to locate us, but failed. Device not found. I told her we were at the field, then canteen, then near some large statues and under some crosses. She went hunting around but couldn't find us. We approached some boys for help and asked them where the chapel was. Two directed us to this scary building which we came across earlier. But it was really dark in there and there were no people walking in or out. Then another boy recommended some performing arts centre, but it was dark and looked as creepy as the chapel. We wandered around in the school like that until 7pm. Then Jie Ying said there were 2 SJIs in Singapore, and asked which we were in. Then Melani said it was SJI. She didn't know there was an international one. So for a while, we were in a shocked state, clueless about where we were. All of us walked past the big sign St. Joseph's Institution (no internation) but didn't even suspect anything wrong. After a while, we firgured we were in Bukit Timah and by then, the concert would have been starting. We quickly fled the school and went to cab down to SJI INTERNATIONAL.
The cab ride was quite... interesting. The taxi driver didn't know SJI International even existed. He asked me to give him a landmark. I can't remember directions by landmark. I can only remember the ways the roads connect, so I didn't quite know how to explain to him. I only remmebered seeing it while driving past it (no, I don't drive but you get what I mean). I told him it was somewhere near Thomson Road, near Far East Flora and Marymount Convent, but I wasn't even sure if I could trust my memory because I'm old and ageing, remmeber? Even Natalie's handphone map couldn't find the place. I tried calling my dad, but he didn't even know there was such a school called SJI International. I told him we passed it quite a few times before but he seemed very blur. Maybe he thinks the same way as me, cannot remember landmarks, but can remember road connections. Then I tried asking my grandmother. She diverted the question to the rest of the 7 people living in her house but it didn't work. She was like, "Huh?! S .. J.. What?... International arh.." But I think she really tried hard to help me because I recieved 4 missed calls from her. Then I tried Jean and mom but they are equally hopeless because I don't think they look out of the car window enough. In the end, we managed to reach. Managed to recognise the place and pick out the school along the way. But we ended up 25mins late.
The concert was alright. They performed part of the Messiah by Handel. Some parts were quite funny because they were out of tune and they looked like they were very bored on stage. But it was a good effort, considering what Chor Kwan told me about the rehearsals. Good job
After the concert, Jie Ying, Chorkwan, Elprada and I went to Thomson Plaza for supper/dinner. We went to Subway but they ran out of bread because of their very attractive promotion. So we had wraps. Chor Kwan and Elprada are too amused by our silly mistake. They kept laughing at Jie Ying and I for going to SJI instead of SJI International. JY's mom even predicted that we would make that mistake. But anyway, it was a great experience. I'm sure Melanie, Natalie, Jie Ying and I learnt an important lesson thorugh this rather fun adventure. Know where you're going.
Oh oh, this afternoon, the piano tuner came to tune the piano. It was quite surprising because nowadays, it's the piano tuners who ask if they can come down to tune the piano, instead of the owner asking them to come. That guy was supposed to come at 1pm. I started my violin practice at around 12pm but unfortunately, the piano tuning guy came earlier than expected and I didn't even know, so I continued practicing.
Piano tuner: Ma'am, could you please turn you radio volume down? I can't hear the piano properly.
Mom: Oh it's not a radio, it's actually someone doing violin practice
Piano tuner: Oh really? So good arh.. (I think he is tone deaf when it comes to violins) Then can you please close the door?
Mom: Hahaha.. The door is closed already..
Paino tuner: Oh so loud arh..
Then mom told me to stop practicing for a while. But it was so funny she can't stop laughing whenever she thinks about it. I was quite amused when she told me what went on outside.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
WOW WOW WOW!
I was watching TV on the computer a few seconds ago, and Channel News Asia suddenly showed a Guardian advertisement. It was playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star as the background music! It was such a great moment. Finally, someone actually looks up to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (apart from me - it's my favourite). Now this advertisement is officially my favourite.
Today, Jie Ying, Joanne and I crashed Ai's house after the A Math paper. I was already mentally prepared that I wasn't going to get any studying done. True enough, 4+ hours were spent by studying the symphony a tiny bit, playing music, eating, drinking, and watching funny Youtube videos. We watched some sad advertisements. I just learnt something new today. Thais are one of the best producers of advertisements in the world. Then we watched videos of some foreign people trying to sing popular English songs. Like this Korean guy singing Tuts my Barreh (Touch my Body by Maria Carey) and a Bulgarian women singing Ken Lee (Can't Live Without You). It got us quite high and we spent a lot of time laughing. That's really very tiring. And Ai was particularly high, maybe because of _____. Actually, poor singers. They got laughed at by a few million people online.
We went back to school at around 2.20pm for music paper. We were quite tired from all the highness but it didn't stop there. Ai asked Ms P to try watching Tuts my Barreh and Ken Lee when she came into the music room with her laptop. To everyone's surprise, she actually did. In fact, we were all shocked when she started connecting her laptop to the projector and sound system. She probably thought it was some educational video and wanted to let everyone watch it, I think. There are some parts of it which can be quite... in need of some censoring. All the music people sat there laughing at the screen for a few minutes. I think that was a great stress reliever. My stomach and jaws nearly had a muscle cramp.
Everyone was able to start the paper more relaxed and less stressed. My head was still having a minor headache either from ____ or studying the Symphony 104 too hard. Because of that, I wrote down C major when there was a Bb. 3 marks gone. Sigh. But Ai, Joanne, Jie Ying and I still have something we need to prove. To be continued, 2 weeks later, if my age allows me to remember.
Yay! MYE was officially over as of 5.15pm just now. All I have left in school tomorrow is a computer game to play. I feel so bored. Tomorrow, I will start work on the annual Tamiya model from my grandparents, and I'll probably try an experiment from the Physics Workshop. Hopefully, I will be able to make a mini fan. Oh ya, the lighthouse is already done. I can't wait for Evangeline to bring it to class next week. Then we can hold the official opening of Pedra Branca at our desks.
Monday, May 11, 2009
One Side of Today
Err.. Like how everyone writes birthday posts, thanks to everyone who remembered me on this special day. I really appreciate the fact that people remember my 16th year of living on Earth. After getting offline at 12.45am this morning, I went to my room and accidentally listened to some emo music which triggered the rest of my thoughts until around 2am, when I knocked out. So this is the context of my post.
Birthdays are a time of thanksgiving. I realised I have survived 16 years and the people around me have also survived 16 years of tolerating me. So thanks, God, for giving me life 16 years ago. And mom, I know you're reading this, but maybe you can direct this to dad as well. I'm not good with saying out my thoughts, but I hope this media will be better. It's quite coincidental, that my birthday is just next to Mother's Day, and sometimes colliding with it. Thanks for giving birth to me and both of you for patiently waiting for me to grow up. Oh, erm and Jean, for managing to survive with me for 15.5 years + 4 days. I know it's been hard.
Again, referring to the context of my thoughts last night, I suddenly thought about things that happened exactly 2 and 3 years ago. Xiu Juan ls and my late grandpa were both taken away by cancer. I'll start with the 2 years ago one. Xjls was in charge of the music ministry in church and she was one whom I spent a great deal of time with. She guided me spiritually and musically. She also took me out for movies and all that. Sometimes, Jean, me and a few others would meet at her office regularly for sharing etc. My 14th birthday was spent at Starbucks with her. I had no idea it would be my last with her, (adding on my great immaturity) because she had cancer a few months later and you know. Therefore, treasure everyone around you.
3 years ago, my grandpa was fighting with cancer. I wasn't exactly close to him compared to the other side of my family but this painful experience taught me to appreciate both sides. I usually didn't really care much about things he gave me, the actions he did to care for me and I think I regret it. Exactly 3 years ago, I went to visit him at the hospital. So after talking a bit to my family and other relatives, he suddenly turned to me and said, 对不起，灵颖，今天是你的生日，可是公公的生体不舒服，今年不能给你生日礼物。可以吗？I replied the obvious. It suddenly struck me. I thought about all the times when he bought me gifts and how I didn't show my appreciation. Looking at his condition, I knew I didn't have any more chances to repay him and make up for 13 years of mistakes. If you read this, don't be like me. Live so you won't regret. Though I had to go through this process of living in remorse, it taught me to start appreciating others around me. And that, is what I think was my best birthday present from him.
Since I'm at the this topic, I thought I would give a brief history of my PM (MSN personal message). Just for a reminder, it's Never give up, even when things are looking hopeless. It is a quote from the Sec 1 literature book, Boy Overboard. It's the secret of football. At that point in time, my grandfather was quite ill and everyone was quite busy because of that. There were a lot of things I had to overcome. His condition worsened all the way. My mom was busy bringing him in and out from chemotherapy and everyone was quite tired from taking care of a terminally ill relative. Apart from worrying about his condition, I had a violin exam to worry about as well as EOYs. It didn't help much when he finally passed away a few days before the start of the exams. That's when I suddenly took interest in the quote. Everything seemed crashing down at the same time, but somehow I managed to tide over it. And that's why till today, the PM still stands.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Yesterday in Pictures
The home made cake before it started melting seriously. Elprada came in carrying this and I thought it looked like it could possibly have been baked by her.
Styrofoam + whipped cream ---> CAKE!
Styrofoam + whipped cream ---> CAKE!
My first attempt to cut the cake. I was the only one who thought the cake was real.
The knife couldn't go through! First attempt failed.
My second attempt. Joycelyn gives advice on how to cut a birthday cake.
Never give up, even when things are looking hopeless. Elfreda checks if her cake was too overcooked.
There was finally a breakthrough. But the rest of the journey had to be completed using bare hands. Prying at the cake. It had an unusual feel. Not that I ever cut a real cake like this before...
Further inspections to the cake. I was told there might have been a bomb inside.
Trying to force open the cake. The whip cream starts to slide off the top of the cake. Poor table...
A closer view of the cake that cheated my feelings. Jk..
The reward at the end of the 用手劳动 activity.
Err.. I don't know how to describe this. A happy moment?
The real cake. The middle is supposed to be "Ah Lynn, Happy 16" but it got quite molten from the heat.
Trying to blow the candles
Still trying to blow, but no progress made.
I think I contracted Jie Ying's laughing disorder for a while, but I'm fine now, really. As you can see, no one really wanted to help me blow because they all knew they were relighting candles. And I thought I was the special person who couldn't blow out candles for nuts. In this photo, 6 down, 10 to go. I was still living by my motto.
A mass burial for the candles. When you see this, please observe a minute of silence for the candles who fought hard against my blowing.
The wrapper is nice, right? I was ripping it open very carefully, at lynn speed.
PHYSICS yay! Jie Ying, come and study Physics with me before O levels. I bet this will help. You can also ask Evangeline to use it as her peer tutoring material.
I might edit this post again when I can download Joycelyn's pictures.
Further reading: Jie Ying's blog has the entire plot revealed.
The rest of the photos are at http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=108236&id=589239041 because some contain rated material. Like my fish..
Once again, thanks for the wonderful surprise. (Sorry I'm being naggy.. Maybe it's because I'm getting older)
I'm going to stay awake till midnight to count down to tomorrow. Meanwhile, there's a movie marathon going on at home. It sounded like a battle field outside while I was doing violin practice. Even the floor was vibrating a bit.
Today seemed like a normal day, but it turned out to be a day which I will remember for a long time. Yes, even though I'm fifty going on sixty...
The following is somewhat like a detective story. There will be a key at the end of my long personal recount.
A few days ago, Joycelyn, Chor Kwan, Jie Ying and I arranged to meet at my house to practice for O level practical, as usual. It turned out somewhat as planned. This morning, I woke up, did the usual stuff like violin practice, revision and walking around the house aimlessly. Then at around 11am, my parents asked me if I wanted to eat lunch outside. I didn't want to because I thought I wouldn't be able to come back in time to open the door at 2pm. My parents were like, "oh, ok then, we will buy lunch back for you and Jean. I don't think Jean wants to go out.." So my mom dropped off lunch at home. Meanwhile, I was keeping myself in my room.
I will skip the whole 12pm-1.30pm process.
At around 1.30pm, the doorbell finally rang. Jie Ying and Joycelyn trooped in together and settled down in the living room. I failed to notice anything unusual. I let them practice their duet together first since Chor Kwan wasn't here yet (she is the cellist for the piano trio). I sat down in the entertainment area beside the piano and listened to them. Then halfway, they started playing very loudly. Then the rest of the piece was disrupted by talking and laughing. And I didn't notice anything wrong. They finally finished off the piece and I was asked to go dig out my violin. I went to my room, took my time tuning it and went out.
At around 2pm, Chor Kwan told Joycelyn she reached and Joycelyn offered to go down and get her through the side gate. The only unusual thing I noticed was that Jean was talking a lot to Jie Ying and Joycelyn, and she even offered Joycelyn her side gate card. So I "jammed" with Jie Ying while Joycelyn took a very long time to come back. We played old favourites - Legende and Czardas. Jie Ying on the piano and me on the violin.
After about 20 mins, my out of tune door bell (jie ying thinks it is ageing like me) finally rang again. I was surprised when I saw Joycelyn, Chor Kwan and Elprada (Elfreda - immitation Prada) standing outside. It looked very crowded because there were 2 gigantic cellos too. Then I saw that Elprada was holding a cake. It looked quite intimating at first because it was very white and shaped like a nice cuboid with whipped cream on the top. The whipped cream was melting off in the heat. The cake finally made its way to the dining table and I couldn't help but laugh for a very long time. Jean and the rest began their invasion of the kitchen. They passed me a watermelon knife (The very gigantic one. Thankfully, my house didn't have durian knives) to cut the cake. And then I was told they baked the cake for 3 hours. My heart immediately went to the cake. It looked a bit weird, tissue box-like, but since it was homemade, maybe that was why it didn't look so commercialised. I couldn't wait to try their baking skills. So when my gigantic knife plunged onto (not into) the cake, I realised it was quite hard. I thought that maybe it was overcooked and decided to try again. But then it didn't get any easier. I was thinking the whole thing was a biscuit-like pastry covered with whipped cream. Finally, there was a breakthrough. My knife managed to sink in, but it plunged down very fast. The cake was hollow. I thought it was really a tissue box. But after some of the whip cream melted off, I realised that it was actually a Styrofoam box. This is one way we can recycle Styrofoam. I had to attack the rest of the cake by pulling it apart with my bare hands. It was quite gross with all the melted whipped cream running down the sides of box. When I finally destroyed it, there was the paper pig that popped out of another Styrofoam box. Under it was some sweets. Hahaha.. It was a really genius idea.
Then we cleaned up the whip cream mess. It was all over the table. My mom doesn't know about this yet. She couldn't even tell something like that happened when she came home later. Jie Ying, Joycelyn, Chor Kwan, Joycelyn and Elprada are really professional table cleaners. They even had a proper technique for removing the aftermath. I was quite impressed. Jean is the professional dish washer. I just discovered her hidden talent. Maybe I can give her more opportunities at home...
Then I was presented with another cake. This time it didn't look so ghostly. It looked like a normal brown cake with toppings etc. But at that time, I was already scared it would be another fake cake. Jean and Jie Ying brought out the cake from the kitchen and it had 16 candles on it. It looked like there were fireworks going on because sparks were flying across the cake. I was laughing very hard at the amazing sight of the cake. They put it on the dining table and prompted me to make a wish and start blowing out the candles. The first part was somewhat completed. But extinguishing the candles just took a very long time. I was laughing and blowing at the same time, which made it really difficult. After about 3 minutes of blowing, there were 6 down, 10 more to go. I kept blowing but somehow it just got harder and harder. PAUSE: What did the green grape say to the red grape? Ans: Breathe. After I blew, some went out, then I blew again, and it looked almost the same. The house was getting smokey and I was worried the smoke detector would go off. There was some sort of forest fire on the dining table. After a long time, the smoke was starting to go out of the window and anyone who saw might have nearly called the fire brigade. So Joycelyn kindly told me that there were 6 normal candles and 10 self-relighting candles. Gah.. made me blow at it for so long. The cake was a bit melted after the heating.
We killed the relighting candles by drowning them in water. At first when Jean brought out the big container of water, I thought she was going to pour it on the cake (because I thought it was fake). Then we cleaned up the table, again with the expertise of the music people (jean included). Haha.. These people are talented in music, and also in doing house chores, really.
Then Jean went back to getting stuck at the computer. She had her cake on her own. The rest of us sat around the living room. Then they gave me this gigantic GAP bag that I don't think I saw earlier. In it was a card which had AH LYNN at the front, creatively designed by putting pictures of me to form each letter. The pictures occurred to me first. Then after a while, I realised it was AH LYNN. Nearly jumped out of my seat. The big box inside was really fascinating. Oh, it did not come from GAP. It was a physics kit. With a lot of cool things to prove physics theories and even a wind power generator thing. I need to find a way to build a fan for Evangeline and myself because we melt at the back of the class.
Then after that, we played a bit of music/noise then ended the practice. Haha.. It was less of a practice today but I definitely enjoyed it. And this ends my true story.
The key. Sorry, I didn't know what else to call this section. Anyway, I learnt from Jean's blog that they had been planning these few hours for quite some time. Jie Ying later told me they started before SYF. I really appreciate it. This is what I managed to figure out today, after the surprise. Jean was supposed to kick me out of the house for lunch so that she could stay home and meet Jie Ying to pick up the big GAP bag. But my mom didn't manage to get me out for lunch, so they changed plan. When my mom told me, she was complimenting about how she and the rest were so adaptable, have many plans. My mom picked up the present from Jie Ying on her way out to buy Jean and I lunch. Then she smuggled the GAP bag into the house (I still can't believe I didn't even manage to spot it while walking around the house) while dropping off lunch before going out with dad.
Joycelyn and Jie Ying met up at Junction 8 and sneaked the cake into the house when they arrived. They left it on the living room floor when they settled down and I didn't even notice. Then when I asked them to practice, they played and discussed about how to refrigerate the cake, at the same time. And that's why they ended up laughing and disturbing Mozart's music. They were talking about the cake right in front of me and I realised I was deaf enough to not even know. Then Jie Ying asked me to get out my violin. I went into the room and then they quickly discussed with Jean. They tried calling/smsing her on the phone but she was stuck to an earpiece and couldn't hear. So the cake managed to get into the fridge before I cameout of the room. Then Chor Kwan and Elprada reached. Joycelyn insisted on going down to meet them. They decorated the fake cake with whipped cream, supported with cotton wool to give some fluffy effect before coming in. While I was tackling the fake cake, Jean and Jie Ying were busy doing up the real cake with relighting candles etc. Joycelyn kept diverting my attention with a roll of paper towels whenever I tried to enter the kitchen to wash my hands from the whipped cream.
Now you can re-read the long personal recount with a better understanding, and see if you managed to figure out what was going on.
After learning about all this, I realised that I am quite deaf + blur. Jean gave me some hint last week - she said I might get a shock on Saturday, but I didn't really take notice of it because Joycelyn hadn't planned today's practice with me yet and when I asked Jean why, she said her friends were coming over. I also learnt that the whole Chan family was involved in this too. Thanks dad, mom, Jean, Joycelyn, Chor Kwan, Jie Ying and Elfreda. I'm sure most of them read this (some secretly). Though it's still 2 days to the actual day, this was definitely a surprising and memorable birthday celebration.
Pictures will be copied over from facebook to the next post.
The following is somewhat like a detective story. There will be a key at the end of my long personal recount.
A few days ago, Joycelyn, Chor Kwan, Jie Ying and I arranged to meet at my house to practice for O level practical, as usual. It turned out somewhat as planned. This morning, I woke up, did the usual stuff like violin practice, revision and walking around the house aimlessly. Then at around 11am, my parents asked me if I wanted to eat lunch outside. I didn't want to because I thought I wouldn't be able to come back in time to open the door at 2pm. My parents were like, "oh, ok then, we will buy lunch back for you and Jean. I don't think Jean wants to go out.." So my mom dropped off lunch at home. Meanwhile, I was keeping myself in my room.
I will skip the whole 12pm-1.30pm process.
At around 1.30pm, the doorbell finally rang. Jie Ying and Joycelyn trooped in together and settled down in the living room. I failed to notice anything unusual. I let them practice their duet together first since Chor Kwan wasn't here yet (she is the cellist for the piano trio). I sat down in the entertainment area beside the piano and listened to them. Then halfway, they started playing very loudly. Then the rest of the piece was disrupted by talking and laughing. And I didn't notice anything wrong. They finally finished off the piece and I was asked to go dig out my violin. I went to my room, took my time tuning it and went out.
At around 2pm, Chor Kwan told Joycelyn she reached and Joycelyn offered to go down and get her through the side gate. The only unusual thing I noticed was that Jean was talking a lot to Jie Ying and Joycelyn, and she even offered Joycelyn her side gate card. So I "jammed" with Jie Ying while Joycelyn took a very long time to come back. We played old favourites - Legende and Czardas. Jie Ying on the piano and me on the violin.
After about 20 mins, my out of tune door bell (jie ying thinks it is ageing like me) finally rang again. I was surprised when I saw Joycelyn, Chor Kwan and Elprada (Elfreda - immitation Prada) standing outside. It looked very crowded because there were 2 gigantic cellos too. Then I saw that Elprada was holding a cake. It looked quite intimating at first because it was very white and shaped like a nice cuboid with whipped cream on the top. The whipped cream was melting off in the heat. The cake finally made its way to the dining table and I couldn't help but laugh for a very long time. Jean and the rest began their invasion of the kitchen. They passed me a watermelon knife (The very gigantic one. Thankfully, my house didn't have durian knives) to cut the cake. And then I was told they baked the cake for 3 hours. My heart immediately went to the cake. It looked a bit weird, tissue box-like, but since it was homemade, maybe that was why it didn't look so commercialised. I couldn't wait to try their baking skills. So when my gigantic knife plunged onto (not into) the cake, I realised it was quite hard. I thought that maybe it was overcooked and decided to try again. But then it didn't get any easier. I was thinking the whole thing was a biscuit-like pastry covered with whipped cream. Finally, there was a breakthrough. My knife managed to sink in, but it plunged down very fast. The cake was hollow. I thought it was really a tissue box. But after some of the whip cream melted off, I realised that it was actually a Styrofoam box. This is one way we can recycle Styrofoam. I had to attack the rest of the cake by pulling it apart with my bare hands. It was quite gross with all the melted whipped cream running down the sides of box. When I finally destroyed it, there was the paper pig that popped out of another Styrofoam box. Under it was some sweets. Hahaha.. It was a really genius idea.
Then we cleaned up the whip cream mess. It was all over the table. My mom doesn't know about this yet. She couldn't even tell something like that happened when she came home later. Jie Ying, Joycelyn, Chor Kwan, Joycelyn and Elprada are really professional table cleaners. They even had a proper technique for removing the aftermath. I was quite impressed. Jean is the professional dish washer. I just discovered her hidden talent. Maybe I can give her more opportunities at home...
Then I was presented with another cake. This time it didn't look so ghostly. It looked like a normal brown cake with toppings etc. But at that time, I was already scared it would be another fake cake. Jean and Jie Ying brought out the cake from the kitchen and it had 16 candles on it. It looked like there were fireworks going on because sparks were flying across the cake. I was laughing very hard at the amazing sight of the cake. They put it on the dining table and prompted me to make a wish and start blowing out the candles. The first part was somewhat completed. But extinguishing the candles just took a very long time. I was laughing and blowing at the same time, which made it really difficult. After about 3 minutes of blowing, there were 6 down, 10 more to go. I kept blowing but somehow it just got harder and harder. PAUSE: What did the green grape say to the red grape? Ans: Breathe. After I blew, some went out, then I blew again, and it looked almost the same. The house was getting smokey and I was worried the smoke detector would go off. There was some sort of forest fire on the dining table. After a long time, the smoke was starting to go out of the window and anyone who saw might have nearly called the fire brigade. So Joycelyn kindly told me that there were 6 normal candles and 10 self-relighting candles. Gah.. made me blow at it for so long. The cake was a bit melted after the heating.
We killed the relighting candles by drowning them in water. At first when Jean brought out the big container of water, I thought she was going to pour it on the cake (because I thought it was fake). Then we cleaned up the table, again with the expertise of the music people (jean included). Haha.. These people are talented in music, and also in doing house chores, really.
Then Jean went back to getting stuck at the computer. She had her cake on her own. The rest of us sat around the living room. Then they gave me this gigantic GAP bag that I don't think I saw earlier. In it was a card which had AH LYNN at the front, creatively designed by putting pictures of me to form each letter. The pictures occurred to me first. Then after a while, I realised it was AH LYNN. Nearly jumped out of my seat. The big box inside was really fascinating. Oh, it did not come from GAP. It was a physics kit. With a lot of cool things to prove physics theories and even a wind power generator thing. I need to find a way to build a fan for Evangeline and myself because we melt at the back of the class.
Then after that, we played a bit of music/noise then ended the practice. Haha.. It was less of a practice today but I definitely enjoyed it. And this ends my true story.
The key. Sorry, I didn't know what else to call this section. Anyway, I learnt from Jean's blog that they had been planning these few hours for quite some time. Jie Ying later told me they started before SYF. I really appreciate it. This is what I managed to figure out today, after the surprise. Jean was supposed to kick me out of the house for lunch so that she could stay home and meet Jie Ying to pick up the big GAP bag. But my mom didn't manage to get me out for lunch, so they changed plan. When my mom told me, she was complimenting about how she and the rest were so adaptable, have many plans. My mom picked up the present from Jie Ying on her way out to buy Jean and I lunch. Then she smuggled the GAP bag into the house (I still can't believe I didn't even manage to spot it while walking around the house) while dropping off lunch before going out with dad.
Joycelyn and Jie Ying met up at Junction 8 and sneaked the cake into the house when they arrived. They left it on the living room floor when they settled down and I didn't even notice. Then when I asked them to practice, they played and discussed about how to refrigerate the cake, at the same time. And that's why they ended up laughing and disturbing Mozart's music. They were talking about the cake right in front of me and I realised I was deaf enough to not even know. Then Jie Ying asked me to get out my violin. I went into the room and then they quickly discussed with Jean. They tried calling/smsing her on the phone but she was stuck to an earpiece and couldn't hear. So the cake managed to get into the fridge before I cameout of the room. Then Chor Kwan and Elprada reached. Joycelyn insisted on going down to meet them. They decorated the fake cake with whipped cream, supported with cotton wool to give some fluffy effect before coming in. While I was tackling the fake cake, Jean and Jie Ying were busy doing up the real cake with relighting candles etc. Joycelyn kept diverting my attention with a roll of paper towels whenever I tried to enter the kitchen to wash my hands from the whipped cream.
Now you can re-read the long personal recount with a better understanding, and see if you managed to figure out what was going on.
After learning about all this, I realised that I am quite deaf + blur. Jean gave me some hint last week - she said I might get a shock on Saturday, but I didn't really take notice of it because Joycelyn hadn't planned today's practice with me yet and when I asked Jean why, she said her friends were coming over. I also learnt that the whole Chan family was involved in this too. Thanks dad, mom, Jean, Joycelyn, Chor Kwan, Jie Ying and Elfreda. I'm sure most of them read this (some secretly). Though it's still 2 days to the actual day, this was definitely a surprising and memorable birthday celebration.
Pictures will be copied over from facebook to the next post.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Yay. Today is a great day. I'm done with exams for this week and it's the start of my 5-day weekend tomorrow. Guess what? It's Thursday! I'm just left with Music to chant. There's really nothing much to chant for Physics, Accident or Emergency Math paper 1. I nearly died during E Math paper 2 yesterday. I didn't know how to do some parts of questions and it felt like the whole paper was doomed. It's the feeling you get when you finish the exam and walk out knowing you're not going to get the A1, and most of the time, I sense that accurately. On the other hand, today's A Math was good. I thought it was much better than E Math. But it means that paper 1 might be harder. Sigh..
The school started putting hand sanitizers for people after doing their biometric attendance thing probably because they're scared of sine flu. After disinfecting my hands with a portion of it, they felt really funny. Sticky and disgusting. This caused me to become a bit curious about hand sanitizers. Hand sanitizers supposedly kill germs and bacteria. What makes it special from soap is the fact that you don't have to wash it off to become clean. But then, where do all the dead bacteria and germs go? Surely they have to go somewhere after they're killed right? They couldn't have vapourised into thin air (like jy..), neither could they have just seeped into the skin. And no, they didn't go to heaven. After a lot of thinking, I concluded that the slimy effect of hand sanitisers is actually caused by dead germs. Dead germs/bacteria feel slimy and gross. After coming to that conclusion, I couldn't stand the thought of it and only dared to pick up my things with as little contact area as possible. After a while, I gave up and resorted to washing my hands.
Another sine flu precaution: sterilising desks. Today, my column was in charge of disinfecting the desks in class. I felt like I was some waitress cleaning the tables. But it was quite fun and interesting. This flu thing is bad in some ways, but it makes life more interesting because of all the precautions people take. Sine flu E learning day will be the ultimate fun. How many students get to go through this in their lifetime? After all the hand sanitising and disinfecting of classes, I think the school will smell like a hospital by next week.
Aspire to inspire before you expire (and retire). A quote from Jolene and Grace, or rather J's father. It's funny but it makes a lot of sense. I would like to inspire others, but I don't know how to. Well, if inspiring others in negative ways counts, then maybe I have been inspiring. But anyway, something that amused me:
Jolene: So senior are u going to live by tis motto?
L: I don't know. Maybe. My current one is my pm. It's been there since sec 1. If you ask other seniors, they'll tell you how bored they are of it
J: Pm means prime minister?
L: HAHA.. etc etc (pm is personal message, the one you see on msn)
J: i KNEW that
Hahaha.. that was quite hilarious. Sorry Jolene..
Today I studied with awesome multi tasking skills. My ears were connected to earphones and I played all the music that was frequently trying gain forced entry into my head. I realised it made life better. For example A-Roving (the syf piece) keeps running in my head and it's been like that for goodness knows how long. So I decided to just give my brain what it wanted and I was able to concentrate more on studying at the same time. This prevented my mind from wandering and my fingers from trying to drum out the fingering. Oh and to add on to the difficulty level, smsing.
The school started putting hand sanitizers for people after doing their biometric attendance thing probably because they're scared of sine flu. After disinfecting my hands with a portion of it, they felt really funny. Sticky and disgusting. This caused me to become a bit curious about hand sanitizers. Hand sanitizers supposedly kill germs and bacteria. What makes it special from soap is the fact that you don't have to wash it off to become clean. But then, where do all the dead bacteria and germs go? Surely they have to go somewhere after they're killed right? They couldn't have vapourised into thin air (like jy..), neither could they have just seeped into the skin. And no, they didn't go to heaven. After a lot of thinking, I concluded that the slimy effect of hand sanitisers is actually caused by dead germs. Dead germs/bacteria feel slimy and gross. After coming to that conclusion, I couldn't stand the thought of it and only dared to pick up my things with as little contact area as possible. After a while, I gave up and resorted to washing my hands.
Another sine flu precaution: sterilising desks. Today, my column was in charge of disinfecting the desks in class. I felt like I was some waitress cleaning the tables. But it was quite fun and interesting. This flu thing is bad in some ways, but it makes life more interesting because of all the precautions people take. Sine flu E learning day will be the ultimate fun. How many students get to go through this in their lifetime? After all the hand sanitising and disinfecting of classes, I think the school will smell like a hospital by next week.
Aspire to inspire before you expire (and retire). A quote from Jolene and Grace, or rather J's father. It's funny but it makes a lot of sense. I would like to inspire others, but I don't know how to. Well, if inspiring others in negative ways counts, then maybe I have been inspiring. But anyway, something that amused me:
Jolene: So senior are u going to live by tis motto?
L: I don't know. Maybe. My current one is my pm. It's been there since sec 1. If you ask other seniors, they'll tell you how bored they are of it
J: Pm means prime minister?
L: HAHA.. etc etc (pm is personal message, the one you see on msn)
J: i KNEW that
Hahaha.. that was quite hilarious. Sorry Jolene..
Today I studied with awesome multi tasking skills. My ears were connected to earphones and I played all the music that was frequently trying gain forced entry into my head. I realised it made life better. For example A-Roving (the syf piece) keeps running in my head and it's been like that for goodness knows how long. So I decided to just give my brain what it wanted and I was able to concentrate more on studying at the same time. This prevented my mind from wandering and my fingers from trying to drum out the fingering. Oh and to add on to the difficulty level, smsing.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Jean is a self-proclaimed Darth Vader. She really sounds like that. I feel like I'm living in Star Wars, the movie. Then my mom suggested she email us when she wanted to say something. Alternatively, family MSN since there are enough computers. 10 people (1/3 of her class) is down with a bad flu. That's what happens when you get an air conditioned classroom. She went to the doctor today and got another 2 days of MC. What's more, this week happens to be filled with common tests for her so she can choose to conveniently miss 3 of her weaker subjects. Her teacher was calling his sick students practically the whole day. She decided to go sit for her tests then come home immeiately. But with the schools so enthusiastic about Sine flu, it's quite troublesome for students to enter with a high fever. She had to be escorted to the general office after her test on Monday so that Mom could pick her up from there. That's a cool experience.
I wonder if we will get to have E-learning day for real this year, when the H1N1 finally hits Singapore. I think it's going to be very fascinating. I think Jean's flu bug is going to get me soon. I started feeling slight flu symptoms today and I hope it doesn't get any more of me at least till next Thursday is over. My throat and nose feels weird, I started coughing and sneezing (thankfully, not in front of Mr C). On the other hand, I'm looking forward to my super long weekend. I don't have to go to school from Friday to Tuesday. This year is nice because I get to celebrate my birthday on a non-school, non-MYE day, with a super long holiday. But the only thing is, I'll have to use a great amount of that time for studying next week's papers.
Today is a nice day because SS and Chemistry are finally over. I'm glad they weren't too hard, especially Chemistry. The problem is that I don't know whether the papers were just really easy or the way I revised was correct. After tomorrow, it'll be even better because Geog will be officially over for a while and I can stop chanting about rivers and rainforests etc etc. If my brain could voice my thoughts, I think I would sound like some crazy environmentalist.
I wonder if we will get to have E-learning day for real this year, when the H1N1 finally hits Singapore. I think it's going to be very fascinating. I think Jean's flu bug is going to get me soon. I started feeling slight flu symptoms today and I hope it doesn't get any more of me at least till next Thursday is over. My throat and nose feels weird, I started coughing and sneezing (thankfully, not in front of Mr C). On the other hand, I'm looking forward to my super long weekend. I don't have to go to school from Friday to Tuesday. This year is nice because I get to celebrate my birthday on a non-school, non-MYE day, with a super long holiday. But the only thing is, I'll have to use a great amount of that time for studying next week's papers.
Today is a nice day because SS and Chemistry are finally over. I'm glad they weren't too hard, especially Chemistry. The problem is that I don't know whether the papers were just really easy or the way I revised was correct. After tomorrow, it'll be even better because Geog will be officially over for a while and I can stop chanting about rivers and rainforests etc etc. If my brain could voice my thoughts, I think I would sound like some crazy environmentalist.
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Jean is down with a bad flu. She started souding a bit funny yesterday and it gradually got worse as the hours went by. This morning I think everyone got a shock when she started talking. She was croaking, literally, like a frog. And she had a rather high fever so we decided to leave her behind at home instead of letting her go to church. It's nice falling sick, because you finally get to rest. Jean got a 2-day MC but she still has to go to school tomorrow for some lit presentation. Currently, she sounds like a frog with a bad sore throat and I think she will be on silent mode by tomorrow. The bad thing is, I might risk getting whatever she has and then my MYEs will be ruined. So for once, I'm reading news on Swine flu, picking up healthy living habits along the way, all in a bid to save marks. I haven't been doing very well this term, but I don't think it's right if I blame it on SYF because after all, it all depends on how I manage my time.
Last night, Liang Wen finally called after such a long time. I haven't seen/heard from him in ages. He is really talented in music. He can play anything on the piano, guitar or drums, and wow crowds at his great improvisations, and that's what I admire him for. But he just has to know how to use his talent wisely. I managed to convince him to come to church today and I'm glad it worked. He was bargaining on what time he would arrive because of NS and ended up reporting to me late. And his awesome O level study tips (to pass): Don't panick. Just study the night before because it will feel more shiok. He shared it with his friends and it ended up only working on him.
I think something is not right. I am feeling very relaxed now and I'm busy slacking in front of the com. Evangeline is quite wise. What are mid years compared to Os? Don't kill too many brain cells over it. Really. Unless, as Evangeline puts it, unless they regenerate super fast. Mine don't, so I should be preserving them. It's like, there are 2 civil wars I have to fight. But there's a world war after those 2, and each war is 2 months apart. It's quite obvious what I should be doing with my army of brain cells.
Last night, Liang Wen finally called after such a long time. I haven't seen/heard from him in ages. He is really talented in music. He can play anything on the piano, guitar or drums, and wow crowds at his great improvisations, and that's what I admire him for. But he just has to know how to use his talent wisely. I managed to convince him to come to church today and I'm glad it worked. He was bargaining on what time he would arrive because of NS and ended up reporting to me late. And his awesome O level study tips (to pass): Don't panick. Just study the night before because it will feel more shiok. He shared it with his friends and it ended up only working on him.
I think something is not right. I am feeling very relaxed now and I'm busy slacking in front of the com. Evangeline is quite wise. What are mid years compared to Os? Don't kill too many brain cells over it. Really. Unless, as Evangeline puts it, unless they regenerate super fast. Mine don't, so I should be preserving them. It's like, there are 2 civil wars I have to fight. But there's a world war after those 2, and each war is 2 months apart. It's quite obvious what I should be doing with my army of brain cells.
Friday, May 01, 2009
The following was taken in the music room after cca. You can see bright specks flying about if you stare at it carefully. That's cus the music room is very dusty. It resembles the physics experiment to test for the Bronian motion of air particles. The dust specks are dancing about because they are constantly being randomly bombarded by air molecules. The dust particles reflect light and that's why we can see them flying about.
This is a link to all the String Ensemble SYF performances.
http://www.4shared.com/account/dir/14978910/fec29be5/Recordings.html
After listening to all the schools' pieces, I think the judges were really fair and I fully accept their judgement. Though I'm still sad about the bronze, I think we deserved it. Not that I can't accept it, but it's just because I felt we worked really hard, harder than the last SYF. But getting bronze again just feels like, even after 2 years, we didn't do anything productive. The level was definitely pushed higher this year. But in terms of placing (the order of schools who got GWH, Gold, Silver, Bronze), I think all schools were quite fairly judged.
There is going to be an SYF showcase sometime later this term. I hope we'll play even better. I think strings would have done better if everyone didn't panick on stage and end up rushing. It was getting hard to control up there but thankfully we managed to more or less pull it off together.
Sorry if anyone has been tired of me ranting on this topic for so long and if you've managed to read my blog till this point, I sincerely congratulate you. I aim to move on from SYF by the end of this long weekend. For a start, I've officially diverted my attention to MYEs. I woke up extremely late today and managed to pay off some of my massive sleep debt. But after that, I spent the rest of the day mainly revising (catching up for lost time.. cus cca got suspended for me to study 3 weeks late) and doing violin practice. Then I gave my brain some slacking time at night.
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